*AUTHOR'S NOTES*

So after only one day of being online the story reached over 250 views which seems pretty alright to me. Since people do seem to be enjoying it, I can tell you it only gets sexier. So with that said lets get on with the banging.
Once again, any and all original art of these scenes will be appreciated.

SHABBY BLUE ! ! !

I also just realised I forgot to add "Norman/MJ" and "Goblin/MJ" as part of the last chapter's codes. But since I'm on that topic, the point of the codes is for you to have an idea of what's ahead, so if any of them feel unappealing to you, you can simply skip.

DISCLAIMER: Spider-Man and all related characters/IP belongs to Marvel and/or Disney.

Story codes: M/F, BJ, creampie, facial, swallow, rough, blackmail, Peter/MJ, Peter/Betty Brant,
Characters portrayed by the cast of Spider-Man/2 (2002/4)

Chapter 3: Chin Up

Things had not been going well for Peter Parker. It had been two years since he had gotten his uncle killed, put on a mask, and killed his best friend's dad. Although he would word that differently. But the stress of it all was really getting to him – prowling the streets at night was causing him to lose sleep, and coupled with the aches and pains from all the fights, his civilian life was starting to suffer. He was always late for class which was hurting him academically, and late for work which would consistently getting fired. He arrived only slightly late to deliver pizza, which he knew was a job he was just about to lose, but the bitch receptionist he was delivering it to refused to pay him, which was by the way illegal.

"I'm not paying for those," she said, and the smile faded from Peter's face as he took the straps off the stack of boxes and solemnly walked away. He had had enough of the shit way people were treating him.

If I'm not getting money, I'm getting payment some other way.

Less than a minute later, he swung back into the hall and landed on the desk, dressed in his Spider-Man costume.

"You can't not fucken pay people," he stated flatly, knocking the pizzas off as he landed.

"What the fuck!?" the receptionist yelled, startled.
"I'm calling the police!" she reached for the phone.

"Do it," Spidey challenged, standing up straight.
"And I'll tell them you broke the law"

She slowly put the phone down.

"Alright, I'm sorry," she said.
"He was late. I'll pay him half"

Arrogant bitch.

"It's too late for that, he's already gone" Spider-Man said.
"But I'll let you off the hook if you do something for me"

"Okay fine, what is it?" She asked, actually believing that the cops would give a shit that she didn't pay the pizza guy.

"Suck my dick," Spider-Man said, and the woman was silent for a moment.

"Seriously?" She asked, raising her eyebrows sarcastically.

"Do I look like I'm fucken joking?" Spider-Man responded, losing his cool with the asshole receptionist.

"Okay, okay, whatever, I'll do it," she answered, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible when in reality she had secretly been wondering what the superhero had under those spandex pants. She stood up off her chair and reached for his waistband and he was still standing on her desk, and pulled them down, freeing his hardening cock.

"Holy fuck, that's not natural," she said upon seeing how thick it was.

"No shit it's not, I'm Spider-Man" he responded.
"Now suck it."

She obliged, taking the fat head in her mouth as she stroked up and down his length. She wouldn't admit, but she was thoroughly enjoying herself as she took more and more of his dick down her throat. Even if her panties weren't getting wet right now, this was still the most excitement she'd seen at this job.

"Not good enough, bitch" Spider-Man said, grabbing her head with both hands and using his spider-strength to shove her head all the way down, forcing his entire abnormally thick cock down her unsuspecting throat at once. If he was going to take revenge, he was at least going to enjoy it.

She let out a gurgle of surprise, but the sound barely escaped as her airways were suddenly blocked. Spider-Man held his hands on either side of her head and began fucking her face roughly, his balls slapping her chin with each thrust. She shut her eyes; she just knew she wouldn't have her voice in the morning.
Suddenly and without warning Spider-Man came, and firmly held her head down as the first few massive shots sped down her throat and directly into her stomach. He then released her head and she pulled fast off his dick, spluttering and coughing up cum. But he hadn't finished cumming, and much like the revenge he'd taken on MJ two years before, he shot hot sticky stream after hot sticky stream into her defenceless face, with one hitting her in the eye and several landing her hair.

"Ow! What the mother fuck!" the receptionist yelled, holding up her hands in front of her face as Spider-Man finally finished cumming. Spider-Man didn't answer however, as he jumped off the desk and landed behind her, pushing her forward so she bent over the desk.
"Hey, what do you think you're-"

"Shut up slut," Spider-Man ordered, throwing her skirt up over her ass and tearing off her soaked panties.
"Look how wet you are, don't pretend you don't want this"

"You said I only had to suck your dick!" She yelled back, although she didn't even try to turn around because it was true. She, just like everyone else in the city, had seen all the pictures and articles of Spider-Man, and had occasionally even seen him in person, and when you work at such a boring and deprived job all you have are your thoughts and fantasies. And one of hers was to get fucked by her hero.

Spider-Man lined his dick up with her shaved pussy, and slammed it in as hard as he could while simultaneously slapping her ass hard, leaving a red mark. The bitchy receptionist let out a loud scream, and her already teary eyes started leaking again. Not wanting to waste even more time, Spidey drew back and slammed in again, slapping her ass over and over.

"That's what you get, bitch!" he yelled, fucking her unusually hard, even for him. He was in a bad mood, and for the first time in a while, he was getting what he wanted and getting back at someone who had fucked him over at the same time.

He slammed in and out the beautiful but rude woman, enjoying every minute he was inside her almost as much as she was enjoying it. Her screams of pain turned to screams of pleasure, and were gradually accompanied by loud moans and grunts. She was enjoying it so much that Peter would have almost regretted giving it to her, if not for the fact that he was enjoying it too.

"Yes! Harder! I'm cumming!" The rude and apparently very horny receptionist yelled, as Spider-Man finally bottomed out inside of her from his thrusting. She was tight, but not nearly as tight as MJ, which up until today was the tightest and sweetest pussy he had fucked. Over the last two years of being a superhero he had gotten a lot of pussy, as girls were willing to basically throw themselves at him as soon as he put on the costume, but MJ's was still his favourite. He hadn't made any moves with her yet though, as he was afraid she was only so turned on by the hero.

After the receptionist came a second time, her convulsing pussy started gripping at Spidey's cock a little more than he could handle. That, coupled with the recent stress on his system, was leading to what he knew would be a massive orgasm. He sped up, increasing how hard he fucked, as well as adding more hard slaps to her nice ass.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum too," he murmured, mostly to himself as he wasn't trying to be considerate to the woman in front of him. Apparently though, it was loud enough for her to hear, as she began begging for it.

"Yes! Give me all of your super cum!" She begged, throwing her head back as she went through another orgasm.

As she came a third time, Spider-Man finally blew his load, shooting thick sticky ropes of cum deep into the receptionist's womb. That didn't stop him from thrusting though, as he kept slamming in and out until he finished cumming, causing thick streams of jizz to seep out of her pussy while he fucked her.
Eventually he finished, before sliding his dick out and rudely dropping her to the floor as her knees gave out underneath her from the amazing fucking she'd just received.

"I hope you learned your lesson," Spider-Man said, wiping his wet dick on her blouse.
"Keep up that attitude and I'll come for your asshole next" he put his dick back in his pants and turned to leave.

"You can have it!" the slut receptionist called after him.
"You can have me however you want, whenever you want!"

Unsurprisingly, Peter got fired from his pizza delivery job. And it wasn't because he blackmailed a client into having sex with him, although the sex is what caused him to be so much later than he already was, which is what got him fired. Trying his luck back at the Bugle, Peter tried to sell photographs of things other than Spider-Man, claiming that the hero no longer allowed Peter to take his picture because of the bad reputation the Bugle was giving him.

"Mister Jameson please," Peter pleaded.
"Could you stop being a jackass for one minute, I really need the money"

Jonah began ranting to his employees about other possible headlines, until finally Peter gave in.

"Alright shit face – I mean Mister Jameson," Peter said, reluctantly handing him a picture of Spider-Man mid-swing.

"Fuckin' stinks," J. Jonah said, taking one quick glance at the picture.
"I'll give you 150," he said after barking orders about naming Spider-Man a menace in the paper.

"Fifteen hundred," Peter quickly countered, demanding ten times what Jonah was offering.

"Are you on fucking drugs?" Mr Jameson said, looking Peter dead in the eye, but Peter held eye contact, not changing his expression.
"Holy fucking shit, okay," Jameson said, writing Peter a check for 1500 dollars.
"Give this to that bitch and fuck off," he said as he handed Peter the check.

"Hey," Peter said happily, approaching Betty Brant's desk.

"Hey, Pete," she said with a smile as she took the check he was handing her.
"Holy shitballs, that's practically my rent" she said, reacting to the number written in front of her.
"But I still don't think this covers the advance I gave you a couple weeks ago" she said, feeling bad for the struggling young man.

How fucking big was that advance? Peter tried hard to remember.

"Hey," she said, standing up when she saw how sad he was.
"Chin up, okay?" he stared into her beautiful blue eyes, thinking about how he'd had a crush on her since he first began working here.

"It's just so hard to stay positive," He said sadly, quickly realising that he could capitalise on how bad she felt.

"Hey, don't say that," she said, frowning.
"Here, I'll make it up to you. Follow me" she took him by the hand and led him out of the office, down the hall away from the bustle of the workers, and thankfully Mr Jameson didn't notice.

"Where are we going?" Peter asked, pretending to be innocent and confused.

"Just here," Betty said as they approached an old broom cupboard.

"In there?" Peter asked, pushing the door open.

"Mmhmm," Betty said with a smile, following him in and closing the door, turning on the small weak light in the cupboard.
"I've seen the way you look at me Pete, everybody does" she sexily approached him as he backed up into a wall, still pretending to be innocent.
"But more specifically how you look at these" she added, unbuttoning her shirt and pulling out two perfectly rounded tits, with darkly tipped nipples that matched her lipstick.
"Wanna touch them?" she asked sexily, giving them a shake.

Still feigning inexperience, Peter hesitantly reached out, slowly grabbing one and squeezing it gently. It was warm and soft, and he began to feel a sort of happiness inside; he could use warm and soft right now.

This is the second time I'm taking sex as payment today. If pussy was a currency, I could be a millionaire

Peter slowly let out a breath that he'd been holding in, and Betty smirked as he reached out his second hand and began massaging her tits.

"I'll let you cum on them, if it'll make you feel better" she said sweetly, flashing that pretty smile she always gave him when he walked by.

"R-really?" He stammered, keeping up the act.

"But first I have to get you to cum," she said with a sly smile, sinking down to her knees and grabbing hold of his belt.

Maybe things aren't so bad for me after all

The beautiful short-haired woman before him undid his belt with a smile, and pulled his pants down to his knees before taking out his cock. Then she stopped as she grabbed it and it came into view, and she had that same frozen expression on her face that Peter had come to love seeing.

"W…why the fuck is it so big?" She asked, looking up at Peter with her pale blue eyes even wider than usual. Peter simply shrugged, and she looked back down at the hardening dick in front of her. Her fist couldn't fit all the way around it, just like all the other girls, but she didn't know that. She still saw Pete as the awkward nerdy kid, just with a very thick secret.
Accepting the challenge, she leaned forward and wrapped her warm cherry lips around Peter's dick head, and he closed his eyes and let out a sigh as she looked up at him. She started bobbing her head back and forth and stroking the shaft with her hand, leaving a light glossy trail of red lipstick along his cock as she sucked it. She worked her tongue around the tip as she sucked it too, flicking it and swirling it around in her mouth, and tightening her lips and vacuuming in her cheeks every now and then, eagerly watching his reaction change with her wide blue eyes.
She was without a doubt the most experienced person Peter had been with, and he was absolutely loving these new sensations. She hummed around his cock, causing vibrations on the tip, and moved her head from side to side and skilfully used her tongue in ways Peter had never felt before.

"Holy shit Miss Brant," Peter breathed out, now genuinely feeling like a little boy with candy in front of her.
"I feel so close…"

Betty suddenly deepthroated him as he said that, clasping her lips tightly and bracing for him to cum. But even she couldn't be prepared for that.

"holy SHIT!" Peter exclaimed as she planted her mouth firmly around the base of his cock. He unexpectedly had a massive super-orgasm, blowing his load so hard it crashed into the back of her throat before coursing down into her stomach, and she coughed hard around his dick but didn't move off it. She was highly skilled in the art of dick sucking, and she wanted to give Peter the best experience of his young life. She kept her head down, even as drops of cum began to burst out the corners of her mouth and run down her cheeks and chin, until finally Peter stopped cumming down her sexy throat and she pulled off his dick, throwing her head back and taking a big gulp of air. She looked up at Peter, who was panting breathlessly, with his mouth open in that dumbass expression that he always had. She smiled and laughed, before standing back up.

"I thought you wanted me to cum on your tits," Peter breathed, still reeling from the best orgasm he'd ever been given.

"And you will," She replied with a devious grin. As she spoke she dropped her skirt around her ankles, exposing her sexy lacy black panties.

"You wear those to work?" Peter asked, like that was more important than the fact that he was about to fuck a beautiful older woman in a broom closet at work.

She ignored the question, pulling the fabric to the side to reveal a thin pink wet slit and a small triangular patch of black hair above it. The stupid question quickly left Peter's mind as he saw her pussy, and she smiled at his reaction before edging closer to him. His back was already pressed against the wall, and she simply had to lift her leg up and rest her knee on the wall behind him to have her pussy in the perfect position directly above the head of his thick cock. With two delicate fingers she gently spread apart her wet pussy lips and lowered herself down in front of a stunned Peter, taking only the head in and audibly gasping as he entered. Peter grunted in strain; he thought by how experienced she was she wouldn't be so tight, but he was very wrong. She was so tight he could've sworn she was an 18 year old virgin. Not as tight as MJ, who actually really had been an 18 year old virgin when he'd fucked her for the first time, but still incredibly tight – tight enough for it to be almost painfully squeezing around his thick dick. She moaned loudly at the size, not only had she not had sex in a while, but she'd never put anything so thick inside. She threw heard head back as she sank further down on Peter's giant member, squealing and moaning as he stretched her out. She reached down and began rubbing her clit, increasing the amount of juices coating Peter's cock and helping it slide in and out more smoothly. Peter reached around and grabbed her ass, kneading and spreading her cheeks in each hand. Her knees started buckling as she felt her first orgasm approaching, and she instinctively raised her second leg as well. Alerted by his spider-sense, Peter took a step away from the wall and held her up, his hands on her ass, and both her knees around his waist. She placed her hands on his shoulders and gritted her teeth as she came, not wanting to be too loud but being unable to control herself as wave after wave of pleasure shuddered through her body. More juices flowed out of her pussy, further lubing up Pete's dick and finally allowing her to slide all the way down, balls deep. She felt his thick head push its way inside her fertile womb, and she loved the sensation as it entered and exited over and over again.

"Oh, Pete, I'm cumming again," she moaned, her eyes barely open anymore. Peter was still silent, but he was now beginning to take control after the more experienced older woman had given him better sex so far than all the girls before.
He was enjoying himself immensely, which was evident to Betty in the way he was grunting. She could barely pay attention though, because he had now strengthened his grip on her ass and was physically lifting her up to the tip of his dick and slamming her back down, as opposed to her bouncing. She couldn't think of any time she had been fucked so good, despite Peter's inexperience, but somehow he had a kind of strength, speed, and size that she had never imagined.
He continued to slam her down onto his dick, his balls flying up to meet her ass on every thrust, causing her to moan louder and louder.

"Fuck, Pete, I'm cumming again" she whispered into his ear. Somehow she still managed to sound so sexy even when she wasn't trying. He gritted his teeth as she said it, and he felt her pussy grip his cock and make it harder for him to move inside. He knew it was only a matter of time before he came too, especially at this pace, so he made sure to give her his all.
Before long, his energy was all but depleted, and he yelled out in orgasmic strain.

"I'm fucking cumming!"

After one last incredibly hard thrust, which she would remember and savour far into the future, he lifted her up off his dick and placed her on the floor in front of him, so he could cum on her tits like she said. As soon as she was on her knees he came, rope after rope of creamy cum spurting out and crashing into her chest and neck like a waterfall. She giggled and squealed in delight, not only loving the sensation of being cummed on, but also having never seen so much cum in one go in her life. It was like he would never stop, as wave after wave covered her sexy body. She couldn't believe it; she had made him cum literally ten minutes ago, and he still had all this stored in his balls.

Eventually he finished, and, wanting him to have a lasting experience, she grabbed his dick and deepthroated it in one swift movement to clean it off. She held it deep down her throat for a good minute, holding eye contact with him the entire time, and sucking and squeezing with her lips and tongue until there wasn't a single drop of cum or pussy juice left on or in it. She withdrew it from her mouth with a pop, and flashed another one of her brilliant sexy smiles at him.

"Well, if I'd known how big your cock was, I would've fucked you long ago," she said with a laugh.
"And if I didn't know any better I'd think you had superpowers of your own, the way you kept going"

Later, Peter got to Aunt May's, where he was surprised by his friends with a birthday party. Aunt May made a comment about how he forgot, and Mary-Jane laughingly chimed in.

"He lives in another reality," she said with a pretty smile.
"don't you, Pete?"

'Yeah, one where you don't suck every cock you get your hands on," he retorted, and Aunt May slapped him.

"Peter Parker, you will mind your god damn mother fucking language!" she scolded.

Aunt May and MJ went to the kitchen to get things ready, while Harry and Peter talked at the table. Harry kept pressing about Spider-Man, but Peter told him he didn't want to talk about it anymore. Instead, he revealed that he planned to write a paper about Dr Otto Octavius, to which Harry suggested that he could arrange a meeting between them.

After the party was over, Peter went out through the front door to take out the trash like he always used to. While there, he once again encountered MJ.

"You're still here?" he asked, happy to see her.
"I saw your billboard on Bleecker"

"Isn't it funny?" she asked, shrugging.
"I'm really kind of embarrassed"

Oh but sucking dick in public doesn't embarrass you?

"Don't be, its nice," he said instead of what he was thinking.
"I get to see you every day now"

"I liked seeing you again, Peter," MJ said after a short pause.

"Oh boy, yeah" Peter responded.

"'Oh boy, yeah', what?" MJ asked seductively, edging closer to him. Every time she spoke like that, every time she moved like that, Peter felt a light spark inside his chest, and a tightening in his pants.

"I was just…thinking of the last time we were out here. When you sucked my dick for the first time" he admitted. MJ didn't seem phased by what he said. In fact, she agreed with him.

"I was thinking about that, too," she said, stepping closer.
"But I don't want that right now" she added.

"What do you want?" Peter asked, almost stunned.

In response, MJ simply opened up her big brown coat, revealing that she was completely naked underneath, having removed the yellow dress she wore to his party. Without another word, Peter fumbled with his belt and dropped his pants, revealing his full hard 7.5-inch dick, and the huge girth that she loved so much. She gasped at the sight of it, having forgotten how thick it was. Peter climbed over the fence, which looked funny with his dick out, and stood in front of MJ who waisted no time turning around and lifting up her leg, straightening it out and placing her foot and hands on the top of the fence, and leaning over it. Peter nearly fainted when he saw her get into that position, with her already dripping wet pussy on full display.

"What're you waiting for, tiger?" She asked back at him. Shaking his head clear, he stepped forward and lined the tip of his dick up with her sopping wet entrance. He remembered how ridiculously tight she was, so he braced himself for some pushing.
He squeezed only half of the tip in before he had to stop, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from MJ. He took a deep breath and bucked his hips harder this time, forcing the rest of the head plus one inch inside, causing MJ to cry out in pleasure loudly this time as he stretched her tight snatch. Having learnt some things over the past two years, Peter leaned forward with one hand and pinched MJ's clit, rubbing it between his two fingers, and with the other hand reached around and grabbed one of MJ's perfect rosy-pink nipples. She became noticeably wetter and louder as he did so, and he forced another three inches inside in one single thrust.
MJ couldn't believe the amount of sensations she was feeling; to her knowledge she had never fucked Pete before but this was already the best sex she'd ever had.

He's even better than Spider-Man!

Now halfway in, Peter pulled out and slammed back in harder, leaving only two inches of his thick cock outside of MJ's dripping cunt. MJ screamed as he pounded her, her tits swaying back and forth as his hips bucked into her harder and harder, filling her up more and more as his dick stuffed her, millimetre by millimetre. Finally, after constant hard fucking, Peter had his entire dick inside MJ, and he stopped there for a breather. He could hear MJ's heavy breathing and see her juices running and dripping down from his balls. She had clearly cum several times, although he didn't know how many.
Finding his energy again, he slowly drew out until only half the head was inside again. MJ knew what was coming, and she tightly gripped the fence in front of her.

Peter slammed back in hard, the hardest he'd ever slammed into a girl, (sexually – there was that one time he was swinging and crashed into a girl), and he heard the fence rattle and shake as it caught the force of MJ's body being pushed forward. MJ screamed out again, pain and pleasure overwhelming her body as she came again, her pussy clutching around Pete's dick so tightly that he could visibly see the grip each time he pulled out. That didn't stop him though, as her pussy was wet enough for him to slide in and out at high speeds despite the tightness.

"FUCK!" MJ yelled as she came again, for what was her fifth time in a row.

She couldn't handle the fucking she was getting; she'd never been fucked like this, and she hoped Peter couldn't handle her tightness either. And she was right, the strain in Peter's balls was becoming more and more exhausting for him to hold back, until finally he couldn't anymore.

"MJ, I'm gonna cum!" He said between strained thrusts.

Not inside me!" she screamed.
"I can't get pregnant!" only one person had ever cum inside her tight teenage pussy and the was Spider-Man, and she wasn't even sure if his superpowered cum could get regular humans pregnant. Peter, on the other hand, had regular human cum, she thought.

Disappointed, Peter grunted and pulled out, and MJ spun around and landed on her knees just in time to receive Pete's huge load. He sprayed his thick jizz all over her face and her, and her waiting open mouth and tongue. It ran down over her naked body, and she fingered her wet hole as it did. As soon as he finished cumming, MJ grabbed his dick with her wet hand and put it in her mouth, cleaning both of their cum off it.

He made Spider-Man look like a virgin

She sucked hard and swallowed every last drop, and when she was finished Peter put his dick back in his pants and watched her have another quivering orgasm as she touched herself.

"Holy fuck Pete, that was the best" she panted as she struggled back up on her shaking legs and licked some cum off her tits.

"It sure was"

We'll stop there for now. This movie is so packed with potential sex scenes that the end of this chapter is still in the first 15 minutes of the movie and I've already done 3. Ill see you horny pigs in the next one. For now, enjoy, review, and remember to follow for regular updates!